Frosted Like A Boss.

What’s more fun than eating cupcakes? Wearing them, obviously. Headed to West London to theeee George Bone’s Tattoo parlour which was kind of gothey/tattooey paradise full of skulls and Jesus paraphernalia. George totally looks like a more lifelike and realistic version of Johnny Rotten, totally dope dude who let me wander pantsless in his establishment while he colored in a massive python all over some man. Rather thrilling.

Me + Cake Follies creative genius Miss Follies showed up, inciting loads of stare-achtung! from passers-by, including causing a small child on a scooter to collide with a telephone pole. The day was clearly on an upswing from the woozy haze of insomnia-hangover it started out as, and Bitchface Awesome rocked cupcake after cupcake in not-so-rapid succession. Delectable!